Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“Babe, I’m not…” She massaged my cock length with her pussy walls, and that’s all it took. I reached around and found her clit with my fingers to bring her off so that we could cum together and she damn near broke my dick off with her shit.
It felt like I’d never stop cumming inside her, and the feelings were so intense, more intense than usual when I fuck her. It’s always the same when we do this new tantric shit she’s on now. It always feels like I’m leaving a part of my soul inside her. And as soon as I’m through cumming, instead of feeling depleted, I want her even more.
It’s only because she’s so far along in her pregnancy that I’m afraid that this shit might hurt her, but does she listen? The asshole doctor told her it was okay to have sex as long as we were careful, and there was no discomfort. She didn’t know about my wife’s penchant for fuckery though so I can’t blame her.
I didn’t pull out after cumming but stayed inside her, running my hands all over her body, from the hard mound of her pregnant stomach to her much fuller tits and down between her thighs where we were still joined.
“Feel good?”
“Uh-huh!” Her mouth opened and closed on soft, breathless sighs as I stroked into her nice and slow. “Go faster, Damien, I’m so close.”
“Again?” She made me pay by clenching down around me. “Shit, you…. Michele quit playing around.”
She looked over her shoulder at me with that sly grin of hers, and I couldn’t resist leaning over her and putting my lips to hers. “Brat, behave before you hurt yourself.” I held her stomach in my hand as she eased up and let me fuck into her again. This time I gave her what she wanted, fucking her harder, faster, but making sure with each thrust not to go too deep.
I felt the child move beneath my hand and comforted him as I violated his mother. I was in mid-stroke when she yelped and clutched at the hand I had on her tummy. My cock has never deflated that fast in my life; I didn’t even know it could.
“What-what’s happening?” I pulled out of her and rolled her onto her back as she opened her mouth and screamed. A fountain of water gushed from between her legs, and I jumped off the bed and ran to the phone. “Dray, get the car we’re going to the hospital right fucking now.”
I hung up and found a pair of sweats and a tee shirt to wear before heading into the bathroom for a cloth to clean her up. I was going on autopilot now; my mind already focused on all the dry runs we’d made in the last few weeks.
I knew her bag was already packed and sitting in the trunk of the car; I knew where the dress she wanted to wear was hanging in the closet. It was hell ignoring her yelps of pain and staying in control, but I did it.
I got my wife cleaned up and dressed before lifting her in my arms and taking her down the stairs, all the while telling her that everything was going to be okay; fuck if I knew if that shit was true.
I don’t think I said two words the whole drive to the hospital; she was talking enough for both of us; she does that when she’s nervous or scared. I just held her hand and let her ramble on and on as my heart felt like someone was pouring molten lava over it.
At the hospital, her doctor was already there since I’d threatened her with serious bodily harm if anything went wrong with my wife or child. She was all smiles and cheer like we were going on a picnic or some shit. “No need to look so worried, Mr. Lazaro, your wife, is in very good hands.”
I glared at her as they ushered us into the birthing room. I listened to everything they said, putting their words together with what I’d read in the books and online these last few months, but it was my wife’s eyes that told me what I needed to know.
“Are you in a lot of pain, baby?” I know it was a stupid fuck question, but I couldn’t bear seeing her like this, with pain in her eyes as she tried to control the fear I saw there. “Squeeze my hand as hard as you want to baby, scream, don’t try to hold it in. I know you’re brave, but now is not the time.”
She nodded her head and panted, and as if she’d just been waiting for those words from me, let out a terrifying scream the next time a contraction gripped her. She tore the skin from my hand, but all I did was reassure her and wipe her brow with my free hand while wondering what kind of hell this was for a young woman to go through. Fuck if I was ever gonna do it.